Of the four, even Fellow Daoist Xuan, whose cultivation was the highest, had been no match for Qiu Feng's Profound Iron needle, much less the other three. By the time that Profound Iron needle flew back before Qiu Feng, the other three streaks of crimson light had long since floated quietly before him.
Seeing the last Profound Iron needle return, Qiu Feng waved his hand and gathered all four needles. He raised them to his nose and gave them a slight sniff, an approving smile appearing on his face. Then he looked toward another direction in the distance, where Zhang Xiaohua was clumsily fleeing with the Flying Technique. A ferocious glint surfaced at the corner of his lips. Just as he was about to point at his magic treasure, a thought crossed his mind, and he withdrew his hand. With another wave, he put away the Profound Iron needles. Sword-light flashed beneath his feet as he slowly pursued Zhang Xiaohua, neither hurried nor slow.
Poor Zhang Xiaohua, upon seeing Qiu Feng appear before him, immediately understood the situation. He cupped his hands and asked only one question, but Qiu Feng did not answer. Then, seeing Qiu Feng use his divine abilities against Gan Qinggu and the other four, he promptly said, "Senior, do not trouble yourself. This junior has urgent business and must leave first..."
Having said that, without even distinguishing the direction, he actually fled once more toward Demon Subduing Valley...
After fleeing in desperate haste like a bereaved dog for the time it took to eat a meal, Zhang Xiaohua had unexpectedly neither seen any crimson radiance attack him nor seen Qiu Feng catch up. He could not help but be slightly stunned. Slowing down, he looked back while muttering to himself, "Could it be... that this poor